“ of countless small the cry of animals 100 plain east to the sea, when answer return on the west? ” ; Go countless times the person that sing “ to die is like Si Fu, do not contain ” of day and night. Billow east the sad melody that the water of the Yangtse River that die is singing Ai Wan flows to distance, the footstep that gurgle sheds dripping one Jiangchun water to chasing season gallops and go. Then I not by deep feeling: Days days, you are some slower!
无数次轻吟“百川东到海，何时复西归？”；无数次潜唱“逝者如斯夫，不含昼夜”。滚滚东逝的长江水唱着哀婉的悲歌流向远方，汩汩流淌的一江春水追赶着季节的脚步飞奔而去。于是我不由感慨：时光时光，你慢些吧！
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I that day, in spirits ground looks at a mobile phone: The friend encircles a “ dynamic ” to drawing my look; The “ of the ten thousand changes in the twinkling of an eye in the space updates ” to bumping my heart. My resembling was to be applied magic arts is general, escape hard among them. Finger of 5 cent, 20 minutes of 10 cent, …… never have stop. Minute hand never abandons its contrail, persistent in operation, the days of every little bit is in casual an onrush that has collected time gallop and go, and I, muddy does not become aware like that.
那天的我，兴致勃勃地看着手机：朋友圈一条一条的“动态”吸引着我的目光；空间里瞬息万变的“更新”撞击着我的内心。我像是被施了法术一般，难逃其中。5分、10分、20分……手指从没有停下。分针从不放弃它的轨迹，执着地运转着，一点一滴的时光在不经意间已经汇成时光的洪流奔腾而去，而我，浑然不觉。
“ phut! ” door is pushed. The mother says angrily: “ knows to play a mobile phone every day, you did not see book study how many days! ” language finishs, ground of “ phut ” throws the door to leave. Everything restores former model again: Of house Li Jingjing, had divided horological footstep.
“砰！”门被推开了。母亲生气地说：“一天天就知道玩手机，你都多少天没看书学习了！”语毕，“砰”地摔门离开。一切又恢复到原来的样子：屋子里静静的，除过钟表的脚步声。
Making is tired, I look up unexpectedly, “ , 8:30! Bad, learn the task to had been not finished. ” is looking at the textbook before, exercises, the instant, babylon feeling eroded my whole body. I seem the girl that the wording and purpose of what one writes of Hermann · black a place of strategic importance hesitates that, free is in injustice and the contradiction that transform ego. I abandon the rich world in the mobile phone hard, must want to await my work then again however. Is that a kind what kind of painful ah? In me, rip a heart to crack lung.
许是累了，我陡然抬头，“呀，八点半了！糟糕，学习任务还没有完成呢。”望着眼前的课本、习题，瞬间，罪恶感侵蚀了我的整个身体。我似赫尔曼·黑塞笔下那个彷徨的少年，游离在罪恶与改造自我的矛盾之中。我难舍手机里丰富的世界，却又不得不想着那等待我的作业。那是一种怎样的痛啊？在我，是撕心裂肺的。
I try to put down a mobile phone, walk out of a room.
我试着放下手机，走出房间。
Be like on table everyday, salad of a dish of fruit. The mother in the kitchen resembles as before everyday same, do not know to be in some busier what, just look, her back small camel. Am I disappoint she? I ask myself.
餐桌上一如每天，一盘水果沙拉。厨房里母亲依旧像每天一样，不知在忙些什么，只是看上去，她的背微驼。我是不是辜负了她？我问自己。
Take a room. Take the first stroke of a Chinese character, I try to search former oneself, return to oneself, become oneself sturdily. My general head is buried deeply below, the thinking that lets oneself keeps running in difficult problem, do not leave a gap that goes considering a mobile phone to cerebrum. …… of 3 two a problem, problems, problems I am not to doing exercise in school work, be in however try to jump out old world, search new world. Such, 5 minutes, 20 minutes of 10 cent, …… , same horological, same contrail, same ceaseless movement, and I feel without negative blame again, be free from anxiety in the heart, the heart is contented.
走回房间。拿起笔，我试着寻找从前的自己，回归自己，坚定地成为自己。我将头深深埋下，让自己的思维不停地运转在难题中，不给大脑留下去想手机的一丝缝隙。一道题、两道题、三道题……我不是在做习题，而是在试着跳出旧世界，寻找新世界。如此，5分、10分、20分……，一样的钟表，一样的轨迹，一样的不停运转，而我再没有负罪感，心里踏实，内心充实。
Deceive turn one's head, all one's life is wasted, one dream sleeps lightly. Then I write down: Time from had gone from the rice field, leave Mai Li; From had gone between rain, leave rainbow; Had gone from Shi Qiao, leave countryside feeling; Had gone from nib, keep one's writing or painting. This I understand, years has gone from effort, calm meeting leaves a success!
谩回首，平生虚度，一梦惊醒。于是我写下：时间从从稻田走过，留下麦粒；从雨间走过，留下彩虹；从石桥走过，留下乡情；从笔尖走过，留下墨迹。这一次我明白，时光从努力走过，定会留下成功！
That evening, I made a dream, dream of me to had visited a school. In the school, child people chant: “ dies the husband is like Si Fu, do not abandon day and night! The sound of reading aloud of ” book sound, also be like my oath: Cherish time, not negative Shao Hua is not lost dear!
那晚，我做了一个梦，梦见我走过学堂。学堂里，弟子们正在诵读：“逝夫如斯夫，不舍昼夜！”书声琅琅，亦如我的誓言：珍惜时光，不负韶华不负卿！(文/张曦文)